Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' this brother me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna my photo

Run in their room and it on the wall
In remembrance that I them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't rock the kid, so go cut the

Take application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll start
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A time for a crime that I find
show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you to battle
It's havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I never pause, I say it
I don't break in stores but I all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not
I'm not a law obeyer so you can your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

I'm the rhyme player, the layer
A battle, Here's a Bible, start your prayer
This to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football teams their
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' wax cold tax, made sure you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a posse of a to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna hear it We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that us groom
To make all the swoon
But it's also the words from our direction, a boy session
like Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old

You have no desires, your father fixes
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only as good triers

as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, what you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know what I'm
'Cause yo, man, let me you a little somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
Who's who in the of beat

You gotta let 'em know that this is the
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' the way the story goes
just the way the story goes